[In a way Crow's hands not moving at all is just as erotic as being felt up. Rean's so aware of them, their position, the warmth, he might imagine he has the shape of Crow's hands burned into his skin.
The words startle a laugh from him and he lets go of Crow's wrists, reaching up to tug Crow down, closer.]
That's ridiculous.
[No one is perfect, but it's sweet and Crow warms his heart and he's leaning up to meet where he's tugging Crow down, kissing him softly, lips parting, quite sure of himself despite the limited amount of kissing they've done. He wants to be kissing Crow, they've done it a few times, and he catches up pretty fast. Maybe this time he'll steal Crow's breathe away.]
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The words startle a laugh from him and he lets go of Crow's wrists, reaching up to tug Crow down, closer.]
That's ridiculous.
[No one is perfect, but it's sweet and Crow warms his heart and he's leaning up to meet where he's tugging Crow down, kissing him softly, lips parting, quite sure of himself despite the limited amount of kissing they've done. He wants to be kissing Crow, they've done it a few times, and he catches up pretty fast. Maybe this time he'll steal Crow's breathe away.]